the last priest

The three brothers of the Yu family picked up the charcoal on the ground, wrapped it in linen cloth, and stood in front of Cha Wenbin as if sitting on pins and needles. Several women had already expressed that they would go back to their natal family for a while, which made such a commotion, especially in the old family’s house. Dare to enter the door again.

"It's easy to practice in Gongmen, and you won't be surprised if you knock on the door in the middle of the night; good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and there will be gods standing three feet up." Cha Wenbin pointed to the bright sky and said: "Remember, people are doing things. , God is watching, it’s not that it’s not time to report. In the future, accumulate more sins for yourself, and those two debts of unjust death will be recorded on your heads!”

This trip was considered to be an end for the time being. When they got home, they prepared to rest. After a whole night of tossing, Cha Wenbin was already thinner than before.Uncle Chang and Su Su heard him say that the matter was settled, so they planned to leave first, and their goods were still in hand.After thanking Uncle Chang, he agreed that he would definitely come to visit another day, so he took the reluctant Susu into the car and left. Although Uncle Chang was in the business of smuggling cultural relics, Cha Wenbin was not a police officer, not to mention Chaozi was also imprisoned. Going in, he didn't think about asking about things on this road.

A few people closed the door, and not long after they went to bed, someone knocked on the door outside.I also know this person, because he was comrade-in-arms with one of my uncles, and he helped my father when he got married.

This man is called Dunzi, and as his name suggests, he is as thick as a tree stump.At the end of the 70s, he and one of my uncles joined the army. Because the country started to reform and open up in that year, large-scale construction projects were being carried out everywhere, and transportation talents were urgently needed, so he and his uncle were fortunate to become a Car driver.The vehicle he was driving was the Green Skin Liberation, and he traveled to many places, and he and his uncle had completely different personalities.Although this man is big, he is careful and he drives steadily, so his speed is very slow; the uncle is just the opposite, he is not big, but he does things in a hurry, and he can always pull more cars a day than others.

In the mid-80s, both of them had changed jobs from the army. At that time, there were still very few people who could drive, and driving was a highly sought-after technical job.The uncle was finally assigned to the government and was responsible for driving a small car for the leaders at the time; while this dunzi went to the transportation brigade in the county, and he still drove the Great Liberation. He responded to the call of the army and continued to build socialism after he retired. Fighting in the post, so he chose this slightly difficult post.

That year, my parents got married, and the wedding car was my uncle's car, and the dowry was pulled by this Uncle Dunzi's Great Emancipation. At that time, this was a very extravagant car.Uncle Dunzi has been working in the transportation team for seven or eight years, and the distance between him and his uncle has begun to increase. The transportation team is no longer a favorite, and the management shortcomings of public units have gradually been revealed.Zhejiang people, who are famous for their willingness to endure hardships, soon began to privately buy trucks for transportation, excluding fuel costs and maintenance, and the rest was their own net profit.

The transportation team was finally disbanded in the 90s, and the vehicles left behind were auctioned off on the spot. Uncle Dunzi was reluctant to let his old man who had worked for so many years become scraps and be bought up. He gritted his teeth and took out his savings over the years and pieced things together to buy Get out of the truck you use.Since then, he has also become an individual transporter.But Uncle Dunzi is upright, drives too carefully, never overloads his load, and always arrives a day later than others when running long distances, so he never made a lot of money in that golden age.

Many of the people who worked with him in the transportation industry later made a fortune, but he was the only one who was still driving.But he has a record. From the day he entered the army to learn to drive, he has never had an accident, and he has never violated a traffic law.Uncle Dunzi later bought another rear eight-wheeler to run containers. At that time, bamboo processed products in Northwest Zhejiang had already begun to be exported to Japan, Europe and the United States.

Because Uncle Dunzi is famous for his stability, most companies are willing to find him to source goods when they are not in a hurry. The destinations are usually Ningbo Port and Shanghai Port, and sometimes they go to Guangzhou, Fujian or Shandong.Uncle Dunzi has a son named Zhigang, who is five years older than me. After graduating from junior high school, he followed his father in sports cars. Uncle Dunzi thought that he would retire after a few more years when his son got married.

One day Uncle Dunzi had a dream at night, and when he woke up in the morning, the dream was still clearly recorded in his mind.The plot in this dream is that he wants to deliver a shipment to Xiamen, and to go to Xiamen, he has to take National Highway 104.In a small town called Baizhang in Hangzhou on National Highway 104, he ran over and killed a person. In his dream, he clearly remembered that it was a young woman wearing a red dress. She was selling clothes at a stall on the side of the road. .

People who drive are very taboo about such things. For example, my uncle often told me that it is best not to stop when driving late at night, especially when strangers block the car on a deserted road.When you encounter a convoy of hearses and the like, remember to honk your horn three times after it has passed by; there are also such things as he warned me not to park the car on the bridge overnight, no bridge at all; when there is a sudden heavy fog at night On the road section, you must not stop, but drive carefully and slowly, in short, you cannot stop.These things are handed down from generation to generation by these old drivers. Driving is not allowed to make mistakes, because once a mistake is made, it will be a catastrophe.

So, that morning, Uncle Tunzi had a lump in his heart. He has always been careful in doing things all his life, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he ate in the morning.On this day, he was going to take a short trip for others, and it was in the county.After starting the car, he still had some scruples, so he said to his son: "Zhigang, your father is not feeling well today, so I will take this car for you." After saying that, he got out of the car and wanted to change seats with his son. Unexpectedly, his son Lai hemmed and hawed in the co-pilot and refused to get off.

Zhigang's personality is completely inherited from his father. From the day he touched the steering wheel, the sentence that Uncle Dunzi repeated to him the most was: Safety first.Seeing that his son's expression was not very good, Uncle Dunzi asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I don't want to drive." "Why don't you want to drive?" "I just don't want to drive, there is no reason."

Uncle Dunzi got a little annoyed: "Hey, you kid, I can't do a whole day's shift for you. If I die in the future, you'll have to eat shit!"

Zhigang was scolded by his father, his face turned red and white, and after holding back for a long time, he finally told the reason: "I had a bad dream last night, I don't want to dream about it."

Uncle Dunzi was startled when he heard that, why did he also have a dream, and quickly asked: "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that I hit a woman to death." "Where did I hit it?" "Baizhang!"

Uncle Dunzi pulled Zhigang down, closed the door with a bang, and said, "Damn it, it's weird, we won't drive this car!" He didn't tell his son that he had the same dream, because that would only make him feel sick. This made his son even more worried, so he told his wife to let the father and son rest for a few days on the grounds that they were tired.

For the next three days, the father and son did not get out of the car, but every night, the father and son repeated the dream they had dreamed the night before. The woman in the red dress was hit by their truck and rolled into it. The last eight rounds ran over the woman's head, and the brain mixed with blood spilled all over the ground.

On the fifth day, Uncle Dunzi couldn't bear it anymore, not to mention he was afraid to drive, his legs were shaking even when he walked out of the gate.On this day, he thought that it was not a good idea to keep doing this, so he had to ask someone.He knew Zha Wenbin, and he went to look for it that day, but it happened that Zha Wenbin went to prepare a dojo for everyone Yu that day.He couldn't find anyone, so he was anxious, and when he was anxious, he went to the doctor in a hurry.

In our town, there was a one-eyed dragon who went out to be a bandit when he was young, and was beaten blind in one eye in the battle against bandits in western Hunan.Later, he was sentenced to several years in prison, and was released in the early 60s. Just in time for the three-year natural disaster, Cyclops fled all the way to northwest Zhejiang, and then settled in our town.

This one-eyed dragon said that when he was a bandit, he learned from a master who was proficient in fortune-telling, he could read faces, and he also knew some tricks.Because of this, he was almost beaten to death during the Cultural Revolution, because he had dual identities: he was born a bandit and practiced feudal superstition, and later he managed to save his life by eating cow dung and drinking cow urine in the cowshed and pretending to be a fool. In the late 70s, he adopted an abandoned baby, and later opened a small winemaking workshop in the town to make a living.

Few people know his past history, but Uncle Dunzi knows, because his second brother was a Red Guard during the criticism, and if his second brother hadn't let him go, Cyclops would have been beaten to death long ago.Uncle Dunzi wandered to the town to look for Cyclops. This Cyclops didn't know whether it was because of being criticized too badly or for other reasons. Since then, he has stopped looking for people.But the person who came was Dunzi, and Cyclops' life was saved by his second brother. In order to repay the favor, after 30 years of indulging, Cyclops went into the back room and took out a compass of incense paper to make a divination for Uncle Dunzi.

Cyclops only told Uncle Dunzi that his abilities were limited, and it was not an easy matter, because a little ghost asked him to go out to deliver a letter, but he could save their father and son from this catastrophe, and others couldn't help it.And he said that it was too late for Dunzi to find him, and it was the last time for the kid to deliver the letter to Dunzi. If the letter was not delivered, Dunzi's family would be in trouble.

According to Cyclops' instructions, Uncle Dunzi returned home with anxiety. As soon as he entered the door, someone came to him. The biggest boss in our local area asked him to send a batch of goods to Xiamen urgently overnight.The business of this factory has always been undertaken by Uncle Dunzi, and he has no way to refuse, and the price offered is high enough, Uncle Dunzi gritted his teeth, thinking about what Cyclops told him, and drove out to load the goods.

After loading the goods, it was almost evening, and my mother-in-law brought dinner to the father and son.After eating, the two of them drove the rear eight-wheeled car slowly towards National Highway 104 with uneasy hearts.